Post by Chaos on Sept 5, 2008 11:01:58 GMT -5
THE BASICS
Name: Chaos(formal)/Havoc(casual).
Age: Ageless, looks 4 dog years.
Gender: Male.
Species: Overgrown timber wolf.
Appearance: Chaos's fur is dark gray, almost black, and most of the time its ragged and tangled. His paw pads pink and from his toes to half way up his legs are many scars from past battles. His tail is short and his eyes change colors depending on his mood. example: pale blue(normal), yellow(curious), red(excited/angry).
THE CHANGES
Magic:Ageless(but can still be killed like any other wolf), abnormal strength allowing him to bite through iron, over-sized height & canine teeth. An the ability to heal when he is sleeping.
Alliance: Chaotic.
Accessories: none.
INSIDE
Personality: Chaos's personality is wild. It changes constantly and vary quick. This makes him extremely dangerous to be around if he doesn't know you. most of the time he is violent and risky.
Strengths: His abnormal height does not slow him down.
Weaknesses: can still get hurt just like any wolf but there is only one way to kill him and that's when he is sleeping.
Personal Goals: Start a pack named Raid, and fight over 1000 wolves.
History: That's the thing... He doesn't remember.
Sample Roleplay Post: Chaos stood on the top of the dome of the town hall and stared down at the females, silently talking to each other, through a hole in the ceiling. He was itching for a fight but he didn't expect females. He snarled silently. He paced from side to side and thought of jumping down into the dark space. Doesn't matter.[/i]. He thought, I'll heal later if i break something[/i]. He jumped into the hole and landed with a thump a few feet away from the wolves. The females look up at him surprised and curious. Chaos pulled his lips over his teeth, showing a display of his huge white canines. A loud snarl ripped from his throat making the females tense. ''talented bunch aren't we?''. He said studying the black female wolf covered in scars and then nodding at the split furred one. He had guessed that the black furred one was strong by looking at her and the split furred one was able to duplicate herself by watching. Another snarl ripped from his throat -he couldn't wait to get started.
He walked closer to them, back arched and teeth bared. His eyes flashed red and he threw himself at the black scard wolf snapping and growling. He caught her hind leg in his strong jaws and bit down hard. Warm blood dripped over his snout and the smell made his eyes turn bright red with excitement. He let go of her and backed up, licking the blood off, with his back arched and teeth still bared. [/b]
Other:
So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake
Phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down
at least a day or two
When I'm awake I can taste
how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear
Some days I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Likes: Fighting, blood, peanut butter, snarling, high places, rainy days.
Dislikes: Sleeping, losing a fight, going hungry, bright lights, the feeling of regret.
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